record temperatures

She doesn't recall the last time it was so cold so early in the year. She brought a jacket, but it's too light and with the sudden rain and the wind it's almost unbearable outside, so she is cold and wet and sitting against the wall of her friend's studio apartment. It is late and she is struggling to stay awake, and she is starting to think that last glass of wine may have been a mistake. She is tired and wants to go home.

Her friend is talking about something, and she isn't paying attention. She hasn't been paying attention for some time now, though occasionally she catches a few words. One of them is "winter," and that is a little concerning, so she opens her eyes. "What's that?"

"I was just talking about how I was thinking of going back south for winter break. You haven't made plans, have you?"

"No." She looks at the clock. "I don't suppose there's any public transit still running?"

"No, but you know you're always welcome to stay here."

"Thanks." She looks out the window. "I just really don't want to go back out there."